The music I hear, the movement of love

The music I hear, the movement of love
that gives the water being. The broad landscape
of bayou and canal, the gulf and its waves

make music under autumn skies. The ropes
that bind her hands, the clouds wandering above
our bodies in the grass. The curve and slope

of her undressed back. O is it all in vain?
The knowledge of love's trials? The awful fall
of breathing, how the leaves will die again

and she will be alone. I have the will
of trees and flowers, I sing in the plain
air and exhale color. The siren's spell

intoxicates me, look how the Sunlight gives
the water a surface! O light and love!